"Now... prepare to be amazed!"He flipped the switch and I watched the image on the wall slowly seem toenvelope the ball... the two become one. After a...few seconds he shut itoff and we both walked to the basketball. "And... what was that supposedto do?" I asked skeptically."Look at the ball..." He pointed with a nod of his head.I looked down and lifted the ball up. "It looks brand new!" I rolled itover and over in my hands. "So, what happened to your old ball?"He took it from me and bounced it. I responded to the ad with my stats, a neck-down nude photo, and that I was a first-time bottom. I added that I would be in Chicago while he was there, and included that my hotel was just down the street from his.I got a response a couple of hours later. He said his name was Mark, and suggested we meet somewhere for a drink after I got settled in. After a few back-and-forth emails, we exchanged numbers and agreed to meet at the bar at my hotel.I spent most of the next day dealing with airports. Marks just stared at me with his icy blue eyes and a twisted smile on his mug. He had the bulge and he knew it.His voice was like gravel in a cement mixer. "I know you've been spying on me and I want you to put the kibosh on it or I will, and you won't enjoy how I do it. If this is because of Laurel, get wise. She doesn't want to be with you, she wants to be with me. You are nothing; I could buy you a hundred times over and only have to fork over some tin. What do you say to that?" I say that. I’d had no plug and been denied an orgasm for over a week and now, finally, the time was near. But not as near as I hoped.“Don’t let her cum yet,” Mistress advised Marie, “but I’m sure you know what to do with all your practice so far this week.”Marie glanced up at Mistress and I saw her grin. Meanwhile I could feel something tremendous building inside me. Almost there! And then the inevitable happened. The delicious vibrations on my clit vanished and I was jerked back to reality as Mistress.